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Topic: Science, Kai...Pure Science, and be Damned to He Who Says "Enough". (Read 11640 times)

Yesterday, while I was soldering the first connections on my optical stunner, it occurred to me that the world isn't ready for you, Kai. They aren't ready for understanding the rules of how the universe works...because the universe is a cold, empty place, and even contemplating it sets off all their primate rage instincts.

No, Kai, you are doomed to be the scapegoat of the Know-Nothings, the Tea Partiers, and the corporate interests that want to keep the population ignorant. With this in mind, I am here to attempt to convert you to Mad Science. Allow me to explain the benefits, as they compare to regular science:

2. Regular scientists define a wild party as three different bean dips. Mad scientists define a wild party as fighting the giant squid in the basement.

3. Regular scientists go on a date, and it's dinner and a movie. Mad scientists just strap their date to the slab and get busy.

4. Regular scientists retire at 70. Mad scientists go down swinging when the hero blows up their base (and we usually escape to menace the world later on, with cybernetic parts replacing the bits we lost). Pissing yourself in the old folks home, or howling in fury in a burning/collapsing/self-destructing volcano hideout? You choose.

5. Regular scientists ride those silly backwards bikes to stay in shape. Mad scientists wear a full body waldo and throw cars around while laughing maniacally. Laughing maniacally, Kai. When's the last time you did that?

6. Regular scientists secretly yearn to be mad scientists. Mad scientists secretly yearn to CONQUER THE WORLD WITH AN ARMY OF RADIOACTIVE GORILLAS!

People fear science, Kai. But who's afraid of a mad scientist? Fucking nobody.

This is what we need. This is not longer nancing about with "Ethics" or "pre - production market studies". This is taking our megalomania out for a walk, our ideas by the balls, pointing them at the world and pulling the trigger. Prototype? EVERYTHING IS PROTOTYPE! "Production" is jsut getting a few thousand fucks to test to failure for you.

No more tiptoeing around Gods, Myths, or Heroes, when we have death rays that will end the discussion.

So, is there a specific degree one may aquire or is this just something you fall into like a vat of noxious chemicals?

Neither. It's a mindset. Do you learn to use the odd bits of technology around you and use them for your own amusement, or not? Also, are you FOR or AGAINST destroying the major metropolis of your choice?

Signs / Symptoms you or your child MAY be inclined towards Mad Science!

Echodomina - "FOOLS! I'LL DESTROY THEM ALL!", "IT LIVES!", "THE WORLD WILL BE MINE!", or other megalomanical statements.

Contructions of Grandeur - Some madmen simply THINK they are Napoleon. If you or a loved one is building a Mecha - Napoleon to chalenge the pan - slavic horde, please consult the local military.

Cackling laugh

Geekign Out - When engineering, chemistry, software, cooking, armoring, weaponcrafting, smithing, psychology, propaganda and dissembling, or any other simialr / related field comes up, and long, focused discussions on how to do it BETTER / FASTER / HARDER / MORE POWERFUL / BIGGER, etc. occur, stay out and shut up. They're having fun.

Grumpy when disturbed - If subject is intent on a project, stay out of their arispace. Jackass.

Subtle and Quick to Anger - The constant churning of the mind leads to a certain complex wit and boredom with those who cannot keep up. If you don't udnerstand, go home and think about it. They were likely pondering 2-5 steps ahead of you, and keeping track of multiple possibilities.

If you think a loved one may be having a problem with Mad Science, bring them an awesome sammich and a caffeinated beverage. They'll be less likely to destroy you later.

Geekign Out - When engineering, chemistry, software, cooking, armoring, weaponcrafting, smithing, psychology, propaganda and dissembling, or any other simialr / related field comes up, and long, focused discussions on how to do it BETTER / FASTER / HARDER / MORE POWERFUL / BIGGER, etc. occur, stay out and shut up. They're having fun.

I have this idea for an automated massage chair, the kind you see stationed in malls.

It would at first lull its victim subject into a state of relaxation, then after a soothing voiced, yet-none-the-less-menacing "warning", clamps unseen by passersby, would lock the subject in place.

This would, of course, be followed by a hollow steel rod being thrust into the brain. The rod would swap out unused (most of it) brain matter and replace it with implants designed to exert control over the subject without interfering with its day-to-day activities. The subject would then leave the chair looking refreshed and relaxed and continue on to Orange Julious and The Gap. The implants would be activated at leisure once enough subjects have been gathered creating in one stroke an army of automatons.

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